Eu. So much the more the toile to fetch them in. I thanke you, sir.
Ap. Nay, stay, sweet Nymph, with mee.
Eu. My busines cannot so dispatched bee.
Ap. But pray ye, Maide, it will be verie good
To take the shade in this vnhaunted wood.
This flouring bay, with branches large and great,
Will shrowd ye safely from the parching heat.
Eu. Good sir, my busines calls me hence in haste.
Ap. O stay with him who conquered thou hast,
With him whose restles thoughts do beat on thee,
With him that ioyes thy wished face to see,
With him whose ioyes surmount all ioyes aboue
If thou wouldst thinke him worthie of thy loue.
Eu. Why, Sir, would you desire another make, And weare that garland for your mistres sake?
Ap. No, Nymph; although I loue this laurel tree,
My fancy ten times more affecteth thee:
And, as the bay is alwaies fresh and greene,
So shall my loue as fresh to thee be seene.
Eu. Now truly, sir, you offer me great wrong To hold me from my busines here so long.
Ap. O stay, sweet Nymph; with more aduisement view
What one he is that for thy grace doth sue.
I am not one that haunts on hills or Rocks,
I am no shepheard wayting on my flocks,
I am no boystrous Satyre, no nor Faune,
That am with pleasure of thy beautie drawne:
Thou dost not know, God wot, thou dost not know
The wight whose presence thou disdainest so.